Sizzle with some Snowflake Wine #gay #holiday story #MMromance #fairytale #MMromance #gayerotic #midweekteaser ...he guided Jamie’s hand to his torso. “I like the way you touch me.”

 

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Nathan parked his car in the wide gravel area alongside the squat apartment building where Jamie lived. His heart pounded as he followed Jamie Snow to the entrance. This seductive man in his expensive suit attracted Nathan more than any guy he’d ever met. He knew he’d resist nothing on offer that night. Thoughts of being naked with this hot guy filled his head. He longed for it. One-night stands weren’t exactly his style, but Nathan was sure this encounter would lead to more, and the need for sex after so long without it, wove a sweet web of temptation around him.

Nathan sighed over the sight of Jamie’s hard backside in his suit pants. He sighed over the broad shoulders and elegant way Jamie moved. He hungrily watched the way soft tendrils of Jamie’s fashionably cut hair caressed his handsome cheek, as if a soft breeze moved with the delectable man, and he longed to run his fingertips through them to take them behind Jamie’s sapphire pierced ear.

“Here we are.” Jamie unlocked a door to the left of the lobby. “Come in, Nathan.”

Nathan’s eyes closed with pleasure for a moment as he registered the tenderness in the way Jamie spoke his name. He passed Jamie in the entrance and stopped to wait for his host.

“Let me take your jacket.” Jamie held out a hand.

Nathan pulled off his jacket.

Jamie opened a door and hung it in the hall closet. When he turned to Nathan, a little frown creased between his gorgeous ice-blue eyes. “Your shirt is still wet. You can’t be comfortable. Let me find you something to wear and I’ll run that through the tumble drier. I bet the inside of your jacket is wet, too, now.”

Nathan grinned at this concern. “I’ll be fine. It’ll dry off quickly in here.” He shrugged away the offer.

Jamie accepted his refusal. “Come down to the kitchen I’ll make coffee and we can talk.” He ran his hand through his hair to take it from his forehead and led the way.

Nathan leaned against the kitchen counter as Jamie made coffee. “This is … nice. Thanks for inviting me.” Small talk was harder than he remembered. A ripple of self-consciousness made him bow his head.

Jamie stepped directly in front of him. “I couldn’t resist. It seemed the only way to see … more of you.”

Nathan raised his head. He gazed into Jamie’s blue eyes, darkened with what could only be desire. “More of me?” His stomach clenched at the ambiguity in Jamie’s tone.

A delicious smile appeared on his host’s face. He moved closer. “Nathan, I already tried to get your shirt off … keep you with me longer is what I meant. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t attracted to me. I’m so very attracted to you.” He leaned in and softly kissed Nathan.

Nathan knew the kiss was coming. Jamie’s intention was obvious. Deep inside Nathan ached for it, and more. He held Jamie’s waist with gentle hands and returned the kiss. The lingering pressure of Jamie’s lips stirred his cock. Thrills of pleasure roamed through his balls. He snatched another kiss before Jamie drew away. Greedy for contact with Jamie as desires he usually pushed away surfaced, Nathan drifted his hands to Jamie’s hips.

“I wish you’d let me dry your shirt. It’s soaked. Take it off.” Jamie ran fingertips across the wet shoulders of his shirt.

“Okay.” Nathan released Jamie, opened the buttons halfway, and pulled the shirt over his head. He caught the tiny murmur of appreciation Jamie made and smiled. In fact, if you said get naked I would.

Jamie took the shirt from his hand. His fingertips swept over Nathan’s palm.

Nathan’s stomach tightened at the touch and jerked his cock. He caught Jamie by the wrist as his host turned away and pulled him close. He ran his tingling palm around Jamie’s handsome jaw and kissed him.

Jamie sighed softly onto his mouth as they broke the kiss. “I’ll toss this in the drier.”

Nathan let him go and watched as he went through an open door at the back of the kitchen. The sound of a metal door opening and closing meant Jamie must be in the utility room. The familiar rumble of a drier started. Jamie appeared through the door and closed it. He strode to Nathan and took his hand.

“Come with me.”

Hell, yes. Nathan allowed himself to be led along the hall and into Jamie’s bedroom. He followed as Jamie brought him to a closet.

Jamie took a sweater from a hanger and held it up against Nathan’s chest.

Nathan’s breath left him in a soft murmur as Jamie touched his skin. He desperately wanted Jamie’s hands all over him. He gazed into Jamie’s sparkling eyes, took the sweater in one hand, and with the other, he guided Jamie’s hand to his torso. “I like the way you touch me.”

Jamie trailed his fingers over Nathan’s muscles. He held Nathan’s gaze as he swept his palm along Nathan’s skin. “I like what I’m touching. You’re gorgeous.”

Nathan shook his head. “Am I?” He reeled with lust.

Jamie didn’t answer. He kissed Nathan’s neck and ran his hands down Nathan’s body. He leaned away. “I promised coffee.”

Nathan had trouble breathing. His cock rocketed into a hard column. The kisses on his neck sent streaks of delicious feeling flashing along his shoulder. When Jamie turned and walked from the room, he followed blindly, pulling the soft sweater on as he walked.

In the kitchen, his host poured coffee. “We’ll take it to the living room. Cream or sugar?”

Nathan had difficulty speaking. His dick strained at his jeans. “Black … no sugar is good, thanks. I, I don’t mind staying here in the kitchen.” He gazed with longing at Jamie. I want you bad. He couldn’t say it.

Jamie must have read it in his eyes. He left the cups of coffee on the counter. He came to Nathan and pushed him to sit on a chair pulled out from the table. “I need to do this. I’m aching for you.” He opened the fastening and zipper on Nathan’s jeans as he bent and kissed Nathan’s mouth.

Copyright Elodie Parkes , Encompass Ink

Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations.

Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.

Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.

Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.

One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.

The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men connect on a deep level.

 

Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary, gay romance with an edge of fantasy this season. Sometimes being different is awesome.

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From the author:

The story is contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy, especially written as a sweet but sexy fairytale-like Christmas treat.

Jamie Snow and Nathan Bloom, my characters, are as usual, dear to me.

Jamie has battled all his life with his strange, fantastic gift. His is the character that brings the element of fantasy to the story. The inspiration behind the creation of this character came, weirdly enough, in the summer, when I visited a ruined abbey. In the grounds were flowering shrubs that I’d never encountered before. From a distance, the flowers looked like frost, and as I drew close, into my mind came the idea of Jamie, a sprite who loves cold, ice, frost, and to comfort himself in the warm weather, he decorated the shrubs with frost flowers. 

Nathan Bloom is the perfect partner for Jamie—gorgeous, calm, loving and open. He’s looking for love. He’s onto Jamie’s gifts long before he lets Jamie know it. This is a love story—romantic, steamy, hopeful.

Celebrating the start of #pridemonth with a #midweek #teaser from, The Romantic, #gayromance #MMromance #LGBTQ An @eXtasybooks editor's pick #PNR Just who is the strange old man Ethan meets on the train to work?

 

When Ethan Goss decides to ease a broken heart by finding a new apartment, he never dreams that he’ll also find the love of his life.

The Romantic 

Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love, across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his broken heart.

 

With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, who just might be a left over mythical god, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke lives.

 

When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love affair.

 

Fate hasn’t finished with the two handsome men—will true happiness evade them both?

Celebrating the start of #PRIDEMONTH with a #midweek #teaser from 

The Romantic

...his elbow caught someone’s arm as the crowd thickened waiting for their ride to the city.

“Sorry.” Ethan turned to the person he’d jolted.

An older man, his face leathery and lined, nodded at him. His silver hair fell over his forehead in a curl.

“That’s okay. It’s cold today, don’t you think?” His pale-blue eyes traced a path over Ethan’s face.

The feeling the old guy was assessing him in some way put a tiny frown on Ethan’s face. He turned away.

The train arrived, and Ethan boarded with the rest of the morning commuters. He glanced around. Surprised to find an empty bench seat, he sat quickly.

The old man he’d bumped took the space beside him. “Lucky, huh? There’re usually no vacant seats.” He put a walking stick with a strange looped snake handle between his knees.

Courtesy made Ethan answer, even though he wanted to bring out his tablet computer and use the time catching up with that day’s real estate ads. “Yes. It’s good.” He opened his bag and pulled out his machine. A year ago, he’d bought a SIM card that fit the tiny slot and gave him access to the internet wherever he was. Ethan kept it topped up with credit. He put the computer on his bag that sat on his knee and opened the browser. He visited a few real estate websites and checked the lists of places available.

“You’re looking for a new apartment?”

The man’s voice interrupted Ethan’s scrolling. He smiled at the old guy. Maybe he’s lonely and just hopes for a little conversation. Ethan had seen it in grocery stores where the clerk conversed with an old person who came into the store regularly, as much for company as supplies.

“I am. It’s time I found a place closer to my work in the city and I need a change.”

“You live alone?”

It was a question, but a statement at the same time, as if the man already knew, and either was checking his information or didn’t want to seem as if he knew.

Ethan hesitated. Could the guy be a front for some crew of burglars? No. He just wants to chat. “I do. I used to have someone in my life. The place seems empty without their visits.” Some of the loss Ethan carried lifted from him at this confession.

“Ah, you split with a lover. That’s hard. Boyfriend?”

A grin spread over Ethan’s face in recognition of the old man’s cool modern-thinking question. Amused and intrigued by this, Ethan nodded. “Boyfriend.”

A strange expression crossed in the old man’s eyes.

Ethan tried to decipher it. Relief…satisfaction?

Then in a flash, it had gone.

“Do you still care for him?” Kindness shone from the observant blue eyes, and the old man suddenly gave a glimpse of how he might have appeared as a young man.

Handsome…caring, enigmatic. Lulled into answering by the strange thoughts, Ethan spoke. “I don’t know. Probably not. I hurt from how he left. I’m lonely.”

The man heaved a breath, and a tiny frown appeared between his eyes.

For a few seconds, Ethan wondered if he’d revealed too much, and then he recognized concern in the man’s expression.

“Yes, so many people are.” The man fished in the inside pocket of his overcoat. He brought out a business card. Impressively, he tumbled it across his knuckles, until he held it out to Ethan. “Victor Mercury. I’m an agent—real estate and such. Here’s my card. As it happens, I’ve recently opened a new office in the city. I’d love to show you some of the properties I’m handling.”

Ethan took the card. Grecian blue with a gold border, like an early morning summer sky, the card glowed a little. He rapidly scanned the information printed there.

 

The Agent Pty., Victor Mercury, 7 Boardwalk.

 

A phone number followed. There was no mention of real estate. Ethan glanced up into the ice-blue gaze. His own eyes held a question.

Victor Mercury nodded enthusiastically. His eyes twinkled as if someone had thrown stardust into a beautiful lake. “I like minimalist business cards. Call me as soon as you can. As it happens, I have something I think you’ll love.”

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...a poignant, sexy, awesome, beautiful, and romantic story. Luke and Ethan are brought together by karma and a touch of magic. Will fate be the one to pull them apart?

Who is Owen? #MMromance #gayromance Midweek sizzle #teaser @evernightpub Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body.

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The pretty song playing was thankfully slow. Matthew took Chris into his arms.

Instantly, comfort blanketed Chris. He held Matthew and closed his eyes. It only took seconds before he rested his forehead on Matthew’s. The melody flowed over him. The vague fragrance from Matthew’s cologne, soft, and like summer sea breezes filled his head. He relaxed in the intimacy of being hip to hip with the gorgeous man.

Matthew’s murmur teased gently on his lips. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

Soothed by the physical contact with a man after long months of not dating and keeping his head down with work, Chris let the pleasure guide him. He soaked up the feel of Matthew’s strong shoulders under his palms. He closed his eyes to bask in the sheer masculinity radiating from Matthew. The lure of brushing his lips on Matthew’s in a gentle exploratory kiss tugged at him. Surprised by this reaction after he’d been willing to leave the bar, Chris drew his face a little away from Matthew’s.

Matthew looked into his eyes. “I’m desperate to kiss you.”

Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body. He kissed Matthew and lingered against his mouth, merging his lips with Matthew’s in one kiss after another as a delicious feeling of desire and belonging coated him.

Matthew returned the kisses, and murmuring soft sounds, he swept his hand down from Chris’s back to his ass.

Passion rose in Chris, his cock thickened, and he pressed his lower body onto Matthew’s.

The gorgeous man in his arms smiled onto his lips. “I want you. I know you want me. Come home with me.”

Chris burned with longing. He couldn’t resist. “My car’s on the side street. I’ll drive us.”

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

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About Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr

Owen is a ghost. He’s waited for Chris for around twenty-five years … someone who can see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits. Destiny leads Chris to discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?

The similarities in the character Matthew and Owen are sprinkled throughout the last half of this love story purposely because Matthew has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates, Owen might well be Matthew. You decide.

Shower You With Love

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E. D. Parr

MM romance, paranormal romance

Evernight Publishing January 2, 2020

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.

Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.

Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.

In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

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Given Time

Angel sipped the glass of water, absently gazing around the room at the other diners without really seeing them, until his eyes met those of a man a few tables away. A shock of some emotion ran down Angel’s back. His thoughts tumbled as he struggled to recall where he’d seen this man. The breadth of the man’s shoulders and the thick well-cut hair was resoundingly familiar. He stared without realizing into the dark eyes of the sexy stranger.

A slow smile appeared on the hunk’s lips. His eyes held an invitation.

Angel’s stomach lurched. He was so out of practice he didn’t know if this was a gay guy sending signals, or another of his brother’s fans showing sympathy from across the room. Angel tore his gaze away. As much as he’d craved the chance to meet a romantic partner in the last year, he didn’t know what to do right then. When the server turned up with his steak, gratitude flooded Angel. He could hide behind eating his meal. 

He studiously cut up his steak and took a bite. The meat melted in a mouthful of flavor. Angel ate a little more and toyed with his salad. Without thinking, he flicked his gaze across the room. The handsome man stared at him. Angel’s heart pounded alarmingly. He looked away. 

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He gazed across the leaf-strewn road. The ornamental gates were closed. Bunches of flowers and wreaths lay on the sidewalk. People had already begun to pay their respects and display their sadness. As Angel slumped in his car seat, reliving memories he’d hoped never to, a few people wandered along and left more flowers outside the gate. I had no idea Rory was so loved. He was such a grouch … well, to me, to Samantha…

The late afternoon sky grew dark gray. The occasional splatter of rain, carried on the wind, hit the windscreen. Angel was about to exit his car and brave entering the house, when a man walked up to the gate carrying flowers. Tall and dressed in black jeans, boots, and an obviously expensive knee length black overcoat, he was both strikingly fashionable and suitably somber. He laid the flowers with the other tributes to Rory Starc.

Angel flicked his gaze up and down the figure. From the well-cut thick dark hair to the tips of his toes, the man radiated elegance. He turned and even from across the street, Angel could see how handsome he was. Who is he? Intrigued, Angel watched the man walk away along to the end of the road where he turned the corner, and Angel lost sight of him with a sigh. It wasn’t every day that Angel saw a man he’d like to meet romantically, and it was a sad thing that it was on the day of his brother’s death. 

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Given Time, 

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away.

Angel is amazed when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time.  Gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul. 

Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.

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It’s hard to stand here making conversation when what I’d like to do is hold you close, feel you against me, maybe even… #midweektease #MMromance #gayromance

From new release erotic gay romance

The Romantic

Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love, across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his broken heart.
With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke lives.
When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love affair. 

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The server placed their orders on the bar, and Luke paid. He handed Ethan his beer. His fingers touched Ethan’s. A thrill ran up his arm, and Luke enjoyed the feeling before he picked up his own drink. “Do you want to find a table?”

Ethan glanced around. “I doubt there are any free. This place is humming. We could prop up the bar. That’s okay.”

Luke wished there was a free table. He wanted his knee pressed against Ethan’s. He wanted to lean his head close to Ethan’s. “Sure.” He agreed.

“How’s the movie business?” Ethan smiled and then sipped at his beer.

“Yeah, good. I was at a meeting earlier and charged down here hoping not to be late.”

“Well, you weren’t, so that’s good, but if you had been, I would have waited. I looked forward to seeing you all day, and yesterday, too, if I’m honest, and I’d like to be, because I like you a lot.”

Luke’s heart raced. He left his glass on the counter and took hold of Ethan’s free hand.

“I like you, too. The truth is I’m dying to kiss you. I’ve been waiting—hoping for a guy who makes me feel the way you do. I’m sorry, is that too much?” He bowed his head a little, worrying he’d chase Ethan away with his obvious desperation.

Without even checking who was watching, Ethan put down his beer. He slid a cool hand around Luke’s jaw and, in a mesmerizingly slow move, brought his mouth to Luke’s and kissed him.

The kiss didn’t last long, but it forced a surge of sexual craving through Luke. A sigh escaped him when Ethan drew away. Holy smoke.

Ethan smiled, and a dimple appeared in his left cheek. His blue eyes broadcast attraction. He heaved a breath. “It’s not too much. I feel the same. It’s hard to stand here making conversation when what I’d like to do is hold you close, feel you against me, maybe even…”

Luke couldn’t tear his gaze from Ethan’s. “Did you drive here?”

“Took a cab.”

“My car’s down a side street. Do you want to come back to my place? I have a couple of beers in the fridge.” He took a chance. The instinct that this was what Ethan wanted, too, was strong.

“Yes.” Ethan’s answer was swift.

Luke led the way to the door. Once on the sidewalk, he clasped Ethan’s hand. A burst of happiness brought a smile to his face. He reached his car, unlocked it, and turned to Ethan, pulling him close. “This can’t be a one-night stand. I like you too much already to discover you don’t want anything after tonight and we’re just neighbors who barely see each other.”

Ethan put his arms around Luke’s waist. “It won’t be, Luke,” he murmured and kissed him.

Luke’s eyes closed as a haze of pleasure and desire mingled. He pulled Ethan closer, molding his body to Ethan’s. The kiss, gentle but red-hot, thickened his cock. He pushed onto Ethan’s lower stomach and felt his answering erection. The hard shape touching his own shot his dick into a rock-hard column. It forced a low moan from him as Ethan swept his hands down his back and grabbed his ass. Luke soaked up the sensation.

He tore himself away from Ethan’s embrace. “Let’s go.”

He sat in the driving seat, and the tip of his dick reached his waistband. Luke grinned across at Ethan. “Your kiss has given me such a hard-on I’m lucky I can sit down.” He started the car and drove home with his cock aching and his heart pounding over what he was sure would happen that night.

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Magical #MMromance for #midweektease Hidden Magic @evernightpub Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his.

From , Hidden Magic

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I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.

Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.

There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes

Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages

Gorgeous Owain Lovage belongs to an ancient family of elven beings. A glamor hides his elf beauty as he runs a reindeer farm and visitor center in an English rural town. He’s yearning for a handsome, sexy man in his life. Owain hardly uses his magic these days, but that’s about to change.
Rowan Carter reluctantly leaves California to stay with his folks on vacation for the holiday season in the town where Owain lives. 
Everything is so much better than he expected. Already enchanted by the lovely scenery, snow, and Christmas lights he fleetingly meets Owain. 
Captivated by Owain’s looks and masculinity, Rowan seeks him out. 
Melting hot kisses in the snow are only the start of what he has in mind to do with this red hot guy.
A deep erotic passion ignites between the two handsome men and sets in motion an ancient magic spell that will change both their lives forever.

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Owain’s desperation grew in the night. He used magic to make coffee after spending too long in the shower. He walked to work trying to calm himself and before he knew what he was doing he used magic to speed and lift his steps. Only when he went through the small gate to the stable area, and, from force of habit, turned to close it, did he realize he’d left no prints in the snow. He dropped his feet to the ground. The layer of snow made a dull scrunch as it compacted.

A frown creasing his forehead, Owain entered the stables and went to the large enclosure where his older red deer had a space each. Their winter quarters made them impatient to work, and Owain soothed them with his magical touch. “Shush, shush, I’ll let you run in the paddock today after the school visit. The forecast is for sunshine by noon. Not that you care if it snows.” He stroked them, affection in every move. The deer snorted softly.

He was at his desk checking the staff roster on the computer when a worker brought Rowan to him. Owain’s heart thudded as he stood to greet Rowan. He minimized the document window and went around the desk.

“Thank you, Ben.” He dismissed his colleague with a smile, but as soon as Ben had closed the office door as he left, Owain went to Rowan. “It’s great to see you. I, er, I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”

Rowan gazed at him, his eyes glittering with pleasure. “To visit you—how could I not? I thought about you all night. I almost called the cell phone number on your business card. Is it your personal number?”

Owain nodded as he answered. “I wished I could call you. I thought it might be too soon. It is my personal number. The landline number is for the farm, but I didn’t want the staff bothered by after-hours calls, hence my number—”

Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his and pushed his hands around Rowan’s waist to hold him fast and linger in the kiss, until the sensation of floating in a haze of lust became real and Owain lifted them both from the ground.

Rowan broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Your kisses are—”

Panic made Owain’s stomach churn, and he brought their feet to the floor thanking any deity listening that he’d only elevated an inch or so. “—so are yours.” He caught his breath resting his forehead on Rowan’s.

Rowan smiled, finishing his sentence. “So sexy.”

Pleasure closed Owain’s eyes.

Rowan pushed his arms around Owain’s neck and pressed his body close.

Rowan’s hard body against his enticed until Owain swept his hands down to Rowan’s ass and grabbed it to thrust his erection on Rowan’s. The hard column of Owain’s cock straining against his pants rubbed on Rowan’s. Owain sighed into his soft kisses. “This is no place to make out.”

Rowan whispered between hungry kisses. “Lock the door. My dick’s leaking. I’ll lose it and come soon. Let me suck your cock. You have to want that.”

Owain’s urgent desire overwhelmed him. He edged to the door, simultaneously kissing Rowan and bringing him to lean there. He couldn’t lock the door from inside, but they could block entry with their bodies.

Rowan opened his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down his thighs. His huge cock sprang free. He moaned low and grabbed Owain’s hand to close it around his dick.

Owain gasped as the shape and feel of Rowan’s cock in his hand sent sparks of pleasure down his body to pool in his balls, and his own cock jerked against his pants.

“Uh, uh, fucking hell.” Rowan thrust his hips, and his dick shifted in Owain’s fist.

Owain tightened his grip and slipped his other hand around Rowan’s body to finger the crack of Rowan’s hard ass, as he took kiss after kiss from Rowan’s open mouth.

Rowan’s cum shot over Owain’s hand and along his wrist. Rowan ground his cock into Owain’s grasp as he moaned. He stilled slowly and returned Owain’s kisses. “I need your cock in my mouth, fucking now—” He pulled away from Owain and dropped to his knees.

With shaking hands, Owain helped his lover open his pants and push them down his thighs along with his underwear. Rowan’s lick along his aching cock made him groan.

Rowan lapped at the head of Owain’s dick as he grasped the shaft. He circled feather-light touches around Owain’s balls with his fingertips.

Owain’s stomach clenched tight. He couldn’t breathe. The feel of Rowan’s lips around his cock set him moaning. The tight, wet friction as Rowan brought his dick in and out of his mouth nearly sent Owain to his knees. He grabbed Rowan’s shoulders and let himself thrust. Streaks of sensation gathered between his legs. His balls lifted high under Rowan’s touch. Owain’s orgasm stormed over him with pleasure so exquisite he fell back against the door, and as his knees sagged, he struggled not to groan too loudly.

Rowan held him there, waiting until Owain had pumped all his seed into his throat. He stroked Owain’s tense stomach, forcing more moans to escape, and his cock throbbed in Rowan’s mouth.

“Rowan—” He murmured the name, wanting to kiss those lips that had brought him such pleasure.

Copyright E.D.Parr  Evernight Publishing

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Snowflake Wine

🎄Hunky Nathan Bloom works late for the company putting up the town Christmas lights and decorations. 
Gorgeous, enigmatic, Jamie Snow works late forecasting the weather from his desk in the meteorology office.

Nathan sighs over the prospect of a holiday season with no one to love.
Jamie wonders if he’ll ever find a man to love who will accept his mysterious origins and talents.

☃️One cold night, as Nathan finishes hoisting the wreath lights up the building where Jamie works, they meet.
The brilliant festive lights aren’t the only things to sparkle as the two men connect on a deep level.



🎄Be delighted by a delicious, contemporary gay romance with an edge of fantasy this season. Sometimes being different is awesome.

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Nathan secured the waterfall of lights at the bottom bracket on the building. He surveyed the balance of bulbs that would pour silvery-white light down the walls on the second weekend in December.

“Looks good to me.” The man from the balcony had approached. He stood so close that the light fresh scent of his cologne filled Nathan’s head as a cool breeze drifted his way.

He smells delicious. Nathan turned carefully. Face to face, he gazed into the eyes of the man he'd seen on the balcony. Holy smoke, he is gorgeous. “Yeah, they’re good.” Nathan didn’t know what else to say. Instead, he soaked up the sight before him as the man smiled, and, to Nathan’s delight, shot beams of attraction at him.

A colder wind suddenly whirled along the street. It brought a fast food wrapper that flattened against Nathan’s calf. He gazed into the sky as icy rain pattered down. Shivers ran along his body. He rubbed his arms as he returned to gaze into the man’s eyes.

“Looks as if the weather’s turned—sudden, though, huh?” Nathan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man’s perfect mouth. Hell, what would it be like to kiss him? “I heard it might be a white Christmas.” He wondered how to keep the man talking just a few more moments even though the rain splattered on his shirt.

“Oh, it will be a white Christmas.”

A smile spread on Nathan’s lips. “How do you know?”

The man’s expression filled with kindness. “I’m a meteorologist and people like white Christmases, don’t they?”

The explanation had a ring of strangeness and Nathan wondered for a second if this man thought he could conjure a white Christmas. “I guess so, providing they’re not inconvenienced—providing they can drive to the comfort of a warm home and someone who loves them.” The words tumbled from lonely Nathan under the interested gaze of the handsome man.

“Do you have that—a warm home and someone who loves you?”

Nathan stared at him. He wanted to answer despite growing colder as the freezing rain trickled down his shirt collar. “Home, yes, lover no.”

Huge raindrops sparkled in the man’s dark hair under the streetlight like rainbow jewels. He held Nathan’s gaze with his own.

Nathan read hope there. Is he interested in me?

“I should leave. I’ve probably missed a train and will have to wait half an hour on a cold windy platform. You’re getting wet. Your jacket’s in the cab.”

The meteorologist flashed his lovely eyes at Nathan in a look that sent desire streaming along his body adding more goosebumps to those brought on by the icy rain.

He’s gay. Wow. It had been so long since a man flirted with Nathan, he couldn’t believe it was happening. “I could drop you somewhere.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2018 Encompass Ink

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